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A MIDNIGHT THOUGHT.

In a land of strange delight,
My transported spirit stray'd;
I awake where all is night,
Silence, solitude, and shade.

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Is the dream of Nature flown?
Is the universe destroy'd,
Man extinct, and I alone
Breathing through the formless void?
No:—my soul, in God rejoice!
Through the gloom his light I see,
In the silence hear his voice,
And his hand is over me.
When I slumber in the tomb,
He will guard my resting-place:
Fearless in the day of doom,
May I stand before his face!